Sam Crow

The people of a town don't form committees and go around shooting men for the reasons you've given me. It doesn't make sense. Have gone! Will travel! Starring Mr. John Dana as Paladin. San Francisco. 1875. The Carlton Hotel.

Headquarters of a man called Paladin. Oh, Mr. Paladin. Good morning, hey boy. I was just coming up to your room. Well, I decided to have breakfast in the dining room this morning. Oh, Esa, are a telegram come for you?

Oh, thank you. Hey, what's the matter with your neck? Why do you keep rubbing it? Oh, yeah. Hey boy, I miss you won't go for work in moonlight last night. Uh-huh. What's that got to do with it?

Oh, we go looking for falling stars, whole heads back too long. Eh, get his stiff in there. Miss Wong too? Why is that? Well, was it worth it? Did you see any falling stars? Hey, it's one.

Did you make a wish? Wish? Yeah. It's an old custom when you see a falling star you make a wish. You're supposed to come true. Oh, oh, oh. Hey boy, not know this. Must look again. I have many wishes to make.

Yes, well, not too long at a time, hey boy. You might wind up with your head in a permanent star gazing position. Oh, you sir. Ahh, you a sign answered the telegram? Oh, yeah, let's see.

Ahhh. Need your help. They're going to murder my friend Sam Crow. Hurry, sign. Skitter Hickshaw. Ooh, ah. Skitter Hickshaw, hey boy, no prospector friend of mine. Oh, he's someone very upset. Hey boy, when Skitter sends a telegram for help, he's not only upset.